As I settled into my home for the evening, my phone buzzed with an unexpected call from Mistress Isabella. She was known for her extravagant lifestyle and penchant for control, but this was a first. "Mistress Isabella, what can I do for you?" I asked, my voice quaking with anticipation and fear.
"It's quite simple, really," She purred down the line, her voice as cold and commanding as ever. "I was about to relieve my bowels when I thought of you. You're my toilet, aren't you?"
A thrill of excitement shot through me as I nodded giddily. Mistress Isabella had been my secret online mistress for years now, and the idea of her calling me while she was performing such an intimate act was both humiliating and arousing in the extreme. "Yes, Mistress, I am always at your disposal."
"Excellent," She replied softly, as if savoring the power she held over me. "Tell me, what would you say if I offered to let you eat my divine shit on video call?"
My mind reeled with the prospect of such a forbidden pleasure. I had often fantasized about tasting my mistress's waste, but never dared to suggest it to her directly. "I would be honored, Mistress. Of course, I would."
"You are lucky then," She chuckled darkly. "I was just about to waste my poop in the toilet. I prefer your mouth, of course."
I felt a rush of exhilaration and submission course through my veins as I complied with her every word. "Yes, Mistress," I murmured, my heart pounding in anticipation.
As we arranged the details of the call, I could feel my whole body trembling with excitement and fear. When it finally came time to connect, I saw Mistress Isabella on the screen, clad in nothing but a sheer black negligee that left little to the imagination. She was perched elegantly on the edge of her bed, one leg coyly crossed over the other.
"Now, my little toilet," She purred into the camera, her eyes glittering with mischief. "It's time to eat my shit."
I nodded frantically, my mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. As she lowered her backside towards me, I leaned forward, eager to catch every golden drop of her waste. The first spasm hit, and within moments, she was grunting and groaning in pleasure as a steady stream of warm, steaming shit poured into my waiting mouth.
I lapped at it greedily, savoring the salty tang on my tongue and the heady aroma wafting up from the bowl. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined experiencing anything so sordid and taboo, yet so exhilarating and fulfilling. And all the while, Mistress Isabella watched me, her eyes burning with a mixture of lust and power.
When she finally pulled away, leaving me gasping and covered in her filth, she leaned back, a satisfied smile curling her lips. "That was very special and sincere," She said softly, running a finger along her plump lower lip. "I can't wait to see you again."
